Won't Stay Lit

Do you know the heaven I know; the internal seed?
Have you seen the angels' wings or your own halo?
Don't look to me. See yourself. Take the blame now.
The red glow, like a struck match; your raging inferno won't stay lit.

The second hand is not a friend to me or you.
As you get away with all that you can, you're losing me.
There's a headstone on the grass, waiting for you.
All of your flickering and smoldering may strike a blaze, but won't stay lit.

Your young face and bright eyes are lost behind the deep lines.
Your pink lips and half smile and blood flows like raging fire that won't stay lit.